"Good as new..." it was bairly a whisper, he looked good as new, walking... breathing right...and Bliss could feel it too, dampened because he hadn't wanted him to know just how worried he'd been. "Screw the playhouse..." he dropped the paint brush on the ground and started to walk towards his friend.
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Date: 2005-09-20 08:25 am (UTC)